She never got a chance to fall out of love, to do it properly, slowly and thoroughly, and the result was he was like a phantom limb. Gone but still there. And like a true phantom limb, the preponderance of feelings associated with him were painful.
Sarah Dunn, Secrets to Happiness (via overflowing) (via skyisland) (via overflowing) (via lovebot)
And sometimes, this is so true, it hurts. I really wish I could ‘delete’ the memory of you, be able to walk past you like you’re a stranger, without the pangs in my heart when I see you smile when I’m not the reason.
